Lyrics A Hard Rain's a-Gonna Fall (Live at Montreal Forum, Montreal, Quebec - December 1975) - Bob Dylan

Where've you been
My blue-eyed son?
Where have you been
My darling young one?
I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains
Walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways
Been in the middle of seven sad forests
Been out in front of a dozen dead oceans
Been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard
And it's a hard, well it's a hard
Well it's a hard, and it's a hard
Well it's a hard rain gonna fall
What did you see
My blue-eyed son?
What did you see
My darling young one?
Saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it
Saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it
Saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin'
Saw a room full of men with their hammers bleedin'
Saw a white ladder covered in water
Saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken
Guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children
And it's a hard, well it's a hard
Well it's a hard, and it's a hard
Oh, there's a hard rain gonna fall
What did you hear
My blue-eyed son?
What did you hear
My darling young one?
Heard the sound of the thunder that roared out a warning
Heard the roar of a wave, could drown the whole world
One person starve or a many people laughin'
Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter
Heard the sound of a clown crying in the alley
And it's a hard, well it's a hard
And it's a hard, well it's a hard
Well it's a hard rain gonna fall
Who did you meet
My blue-eyed son?
Who did you meet
My darling young one?
Met a young child beside a dead pony
Met a white man who walked a black dog
Met one woman whose body was burning
I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow
I met one man wounded in love
Met another man wounded in hatred
And it's a hard, well it's a hard
Well it's a hard, and it's a hard
And it's a hard rain gonna fall
What'll you do now
My darling young one?
I'm goin' back out, 'fore the rain starts a-fallin'
Walk to the depths of the deepest dark forest
Where the people are many and their hands are all empty
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters
Where their home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison
Where the executioner's face is always well-hidden
Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten
Where black is the color, none is the number
And I'll tell it and think it, and speak it and breathe it
Reflect from the mountain, so all souls can see it
And I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin'
But I'll know my song well before I start singing
And it's a hard, well it's a hard
Well it's a hard, and it's a hard
It's a hard rain gonna fall